Ode to Dale

I guess that you could call me Adolf Replace the Zyklon B with barbecue sauce Take away the Jews and give me some fresh ground beef I guess that you could say I'm a doctor No I don't have a PhD But I passed a class about kicking your ass And a rolling pin's all I need Son, I've told you, the mullet is here to stay Seeing your mother cry just always seems to make my day I must admit that it's beginning to feel like Seeing a butterfly knife pulled out at a cock fight I wish that I could walk like Jesus Spreading the good news everywhere But instead of the scripture it's a Polaroid picture of a midget without any hair If only I could build you a city If only I could build you your very own home Cause life's kinda dull, when lodged in your skull, is a fucking garden gnome Son I've told you 300 million times Please plug your grandpa in before he chokes and dies Son, I hated for you to find out this way I took your monopoly set and I gave it away Maybe if I had some cornbread Then I could deceive the human race Into thinking the sky was a reason for why My wife has a bruise on her face I guess that you could call me a bastard No, I don't pilot no jumbo jets But I got a score of a hundred and four On my juggling test